Wrestling Panda

"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!"
Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.
Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.
A single ember can set the fields ablaze.
Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!
In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!
If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!
"Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—"
Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.
"Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

Remould the Glory of Sword Art

    Under the vast blue sky, a tearing sound resounded.


    Qi Lie clutched the sword woven with golden light tightly.


    He let out a deep, muffled groan, the chronic ailment that fell into the North Sea ten years ago burst out with dazzling brilliance, seemingly dragging him into the whirlpool of that year...


    The enforcement magic robe of Golden Turtle Peak was destroyed by Heavenly Destiny and Sword Qi at this moment.


    The sleeves shattered inch by inch.


    Ultimately, Qi Lie couldn't catch hold of the sword. The Heavenly Destiny Gold Line broke, and he staggered backwards, falling to the ground.


    Qi Lie stared blankly at this scene, his expression somewhat desolate.


    "Your senior brother is not like the others."


    Chen Jingxuan slowly approached Qi Lie, extending a hand.


Chapter 39: Uprooting the Formation